This morning, while I was walking to the train station, I noticed a lady in an orange shirt sitting on a wooden platform with a dog lounging lazily, almost regally, next to her. She was a maid. I always feel slightly bad at objectifying people - conscious of how labels capture something recognisable so instantaneously and yet is the very thing that prevents us from seeing people the way they truly are.
She was on the phone. I felt it immediately in that moment. The dog was her escape.
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